Blond hair, piercing blue eyes, smooth, milky white skin and deliciously pink lips. Elder Farnsworth is a picture perfect vision of a sexy young Mormon boy. It was easy to see why the men in the Order had taken an interest in him.

In addition to his handsome features, he was also a very sexual person. He had been groomed by his oldster before his mission to believe it was his purpose to give others sexual pleasure.

As a missionary he enjoyed playing with his companions, and he loved being dominated by his leaders during the ritualized rites of the Order.

Today would be no exception to the ceremonies he had come to expect from the brethren during his induction.

He was called to the temple to meet with Bishop Angus. This would be his first sexual encounter with the bishop.

But this wasn’t the first time he had thought about sex with the bishop. He had heard several stories from other missionaries about the daddy bear.

In the temple dressing room, a handsome attendant dressed him in the sacred garments of the priesthood. He was instructed to don the temple shield over the sacred underwear.

In the all white room near an altar covered in white cloth, he stood with excitement awaiting his host.

Bishop Angus joined him and took a minute to take in what he was seeing.

Here was this beautiful young Mormon boy, dressed up just for him as though the boy were a gift of the purest form of male youth. The young man was wrapped in garments that made his youthful body deliciously accessible.

Filled with lust, the bishop stepped forward and scooped up the young missionary, cupping and squeezing the flesh of his tender ass cheeks in his beefy hands.

The two of them began passionately kissing as the bishop pushed the shield out of the way and he began to check out the boy’s body, running his hands around his hips and abs.

Elder Farnsworth thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of the man’s soft beard on his face.

While the bishop felt up his body, Elder Farnsworth took his cue to grab the bulge that had sprung up in his leaders pants.

Bishop Angus removed the shield from the boy so he was left standing in just his garments with an obvious erection that Angus was anxious to see more of.

They had barely taken a break from kissing one another. Farnsworth couldn’t resist the mild saltiness on the bishop’s lips and Angus couldn’t get enough of the boy’s hard body and ass.Wanting to further inspect the elder, Bishop Angus helped him onto the altar and onto all fours so that he had full access to the boy’s body.

He began to massage his back, and sides with his firm hands, feeling every inch of his athletic and firm body.

The cum is still dripping from Elder Dobrovnik’s hole when President Ballard orders him to to his feet.

President Ballard’s friend is standing by his oldster. Dobrovnik was so dazed by the deeply pleasurable pounding the boy gave him that he didn’t notice the boy stand up.

Elder Dobrovnik had never been with another boy his own age growing up. He had girlfriends, but hadn’t thought about boys sexually.

But he was just having sex with another boy…his mission president had just instructed his friend to fuck him while the president watched.

What is more, he has learned that his mission president is a member of a fraternal order of priesthood leaders known as The Brethren.

It has been a lot of information for the young Mormon missionary to absorb. And at the moment he is preoccupied replaying what just happened.

President Ballard’s studly young friend had taken control of his body, fucking him for what felt like an eternity before shooting his load deep inside him. Being fucked was intensely pleasurable. But being watched drove Dobrovnik crazy.

“You seem to have liked that,” President Ballard says in his deep masculine voice.

Dobrovnik watches the man readjust the sizeable bulge in his pants and the boy has to repress a smile. He is thrilled that the man is aroused.

“My friend’s a handsome boy. Wouldn’t you agree?”

More than just the sex, Elder Dobrovnik considered his attraction to another boy. He was, in fact, aware that he was very attracted to the young man.

The missionary boy nods.

His mission president is visibly pleased. He tells the boy to clean himself up and Elder Dobrovnik nods dutifully.

He can’t help but watch the flexing movement of his mission president’s friend’s tight ass as he and President Ballard leave the room.

A handsome ordinance worker accompanies him back to his missionary apartment and the two wait for his companion to return. Unlike Dobrovnik, his companion had a much less eventful day spent with a member of the Ward on splits.

While they wait, Elder Dobrovnik replays the events of the past few weeks in his mind.

The sexual attentions of men have been a new experience for the strapping young, Russian. Before he joined the church and was baptised he’d had sex with several girls, but he’d never so much as given a boy a second glance.

When he was younger, he had been intimate with one of his gym instructors. But he knew from his boy and best friend that this was a fairly common way that boys learned about their bodies and sexuality.

It wasn’t the same as asking a girl on a date or having a girlfriend.

However, once he experienced the feeling of President Oaks’ cock plunging into his tight hole during his calling, he realized there was quite a lot he’d missed out on.

He also realized that something in his brain was turned on by the thought of serving those who have power over him.

As AP to the President and a new recruit to The Order, Elder Dobrovnik wants to be sure he presents himself as completely obedient.

A few days later, when the boy is preparing for his daily companionship study, the mission president called. He is instructed to finish his morning studies quickly. He and his companion will be going on splits again today.

His instructions included getting changed into his suit and returning to the Temple.

The two missionaries wrap up their companionship study and get ready for the day. Elder Dobrovnik strips down and changed into his crisply ironed suit, careful, even in his hurry to make sure he looks his best.

When Dobrovnik arrives at the Temple, he is escorted to the changing room and given a slitted robe. Instructed to change he is briefly disappointed that he won’t be wearing his very handsome suit. He looks at himself in the mirror. He loves the way he looks in his suit.

Once in his changing stall, Elder Dobrovnik removes his suit and slips his robe over his head.

The boy is led into a room filled with piercing white light and when he President Oaks standing by the curtains, his heartbeat quickens.

He hasn’t seen President Oaks since the man took his cherry.

President Oaks motions Dobrovnik forward. Dobrovnik can smell the earthy musk of the man and it fills him with desire. Oaks stands next to a table with a bowl of sacred oil that he dips his fingers in.

“Having authority, I anoint you in preparation for receiving your priesthood.” The man lingers over Dobrovnik’s red, pouting lips and his hands trail down Dobrovnik’s chest.

By the time Oak’s experienced hands reach Dobrovnik’s groin, the boy’s pulsing member is already at full mast and his balls are heavy with cum.

He whimpers as the man grips his shaft and looks at the President desperate for release.

Holland, the mischievous blond, first seduced the normally shy boy when he wrestled him to the ground one hot summer afternoon. Oaks felt Holland’s stiff member pressing against him as he was pinned against the grass and he felt waves of desire move through his young body.

Soon after, he spied on Elder Holland as he jerked off. He watched the boy cover his muscular body in a thick spurt of cum. It was impossible to keep a moan from escaping his lips.

When Elder Holland saw that he had been caught he wasn’t mad. His mouth stretched into a sly smile and he immediately pulled Oaks wiry, frame towards him.

They should have been more careful, though. One day, when they were fooling around, President Nelson burst through the door. The powerful man fixed both of them with a steely glare.

“I didn’t expect this from either of you.” Nelson told Holland to pack his things and come to the Temple for disciplinary counsel.

Without his mission companion, Elder Oaks must not be alone. Normally, he would be brought to the Temple, too, but, as he is the boy of President Oaks, the Brethren decide it is better that he spend some time at his parent’s home for an old fashioned man/boy chat.

President Oaks greets his boy, with a solemn pat on the shoulder. The usually affectionate man has been struggling with the revelation about his boy’s behavior. He’s specifically struggling with the fact that this information has turned him on.

President Oaks suggests they have some male bonding time while he works through his feelings. He asks his boy to join him for his morning gym routine.

As they work out, Elder Oaks watches his man jealously. He wishes he had the man’s toned, tan body. President Oaks catches his boy watching him do squat thrusts.

The boy’s glances tell him everything.

“You’ve been noticing the male form quite a lot, lately. Haven’t you?”

Elder Oaks blushes and turns away.

When they return to the house they quickly strip off their sweaty clothes. The gym is the only time that Mormons don’t wear the sacred underwear and Oaks finds himself unable to look away from the meaty bulge that presses against his man’s jock strap.

His man strips off his jock and says he’s going to shower and that he wants to talk about something after they get cleaned up.

Oaks tries to resist, but sweat covered white cloth is making his mouth water. He’s horny as hell since Elder Holland has been gone and he knows he has at least a few minutes before his man comes back.

He lies down on the bed and presses the jock against his face and inhales. The heady musk of his man’s cock fills his nose. He keeps sniffing, pressing his crotch against the mattress.

He expects President Oaks to be mad, but instead his man gives him an amused look. “Does it turn you on?”

Elder Oaks nods.

“You’re certainly going through a lot of changes aren’t you. Curious boy. Perhaps you would prefer to smell me.”

Oaks does as he’s told, pressing his face against his man’s armpits, chest and finally, his thick shaft. Oaks can’t believe what’s happening, but he can’t stop himself. He starts stroking his man’s cock.

“My beautiful boy is turning into a man,” the President moans. “Would you like to taste me?”

Elder Oaks doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees and runs his tongue the length of his man’s shaft. The smell from the jockstrap is so much stronger. President Oaks instructs his boy to open his mouth and he takes his man balls deep.

They move onto the bed and Elder Oaks watches his man’s face twist in passion. “Squeeze the base of my cock.” Oaks does.

His own cock is straining to be released. As he bobs his head up and down, he realizes what the smell really is. It’s power. Pure, masculine power. And he wants it inside him.

“Let me show you something that feels really good,” President Oaks says. And begins to roll his boy onto his back.

Oaks is all too willing to give his tight, little hole to the man who made him.

After showing himself to be a very talented sexual initiate, Elder Ence has taken one of the most important steps of his journey. Earlier in the day he was greeted at The Temple by President Oaks, the handsome, salt-and-pepper haired leader of The Brethren.

It is Oaks’ responsibility to teach the young boy how to give and eventually take the pleasure that is the right of all men who join the Order. And he takes this task very seriously.

President Oaks anointed the boy with ceremonial oil; pressing his warm fingers against his face, his muscular chest, and finally his throbbing cock.

Elder Ence felt a surge of electricity at the powerful man’s touch. He knew just how to work his hand up and down Ence’s shaft to make his balls ache for release.

The young boy was filled with desire watching this intimidating man kneel on the ground in front of him. He desperately wants to feel the president’s mouth on his cock.

He felt humbled that such an important man would want to give him pleasure. He held out for as long as he could, but all too soon he was shooting thick ropes of cum into the President’s mouth.

“Now it’s my turn.”

President Oaks commands Ence to get on all fours and arch his back. “I want to see that hole before I fill it.”

Elder Ence listens to the sound of President Oak’s belt being pulled free of its loops. The man slides his pants down and exposes his already erect member.

Without hesitation, Ence takes the prize into his mouth.

The President smiles down at the boy’s eager sucking. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet for me.”

The boy does as he’s told, taking the shaft all the way to the back of his throat, swallowing the precum that drips from the head.

The President pulls out and gets behind the boy. He wastes no time teasing his hole, grabbing Ence’s hips and pushing into the boy.

The boy’s hole is filled completely.

Elder Ence groans as he feels Oaks’ heavy balls slap against his ass. He knows that the President is in to the hilt and the boy feels like he might cum again at any second.

The young man loves how powerful the President’s body is, how he can feel the pulse of the older man’s thigh muscles and the swelling of his thick dick as he’s fucked from behind.

“Turn around for me,” the President demands.

The young man lies on his back and opens his legs as wide as he can. He wants the President to know that he can have as much as he wants of the boy. And the man wants it all. He plows Elder Ence with his thick member, pressing the boy’s legs down into his chest so he can go even deeper.

Pulling on his aching cock, Ence hungrily watches President Oaks own his body. He feels like a wild animal with this man. He wants more. He thrusts up as the President pushes into him, tightening his hole around the President’s cock.

The President makes a guttural moan, his eyes screwing closed. “I’m going to cum,” he shouts.

Ence eagerly waits for Oaks to shoot his hot load. He loves knowing that it’s his obedient body that brought the President to this point of total rapture.

Up until a few weeks ago, Elder Holland was pretty sure he only liked girls. But, the handsome blond couldn’t deny that recently his dreams were filled with new desires. But truth be told, he isn’t excited about all the attention he has been getting.

And even though he wants them to just leave him alone, he is starting to realize that the powerful men of The Order also make his dick swell with desire.

Maybe if he just does as he is told the men will leave him alone?

President Oaks, a handsome salt and pepper haired priesthood leader, had summoned Elder Holland to the Temple for his Endowment ceremony a few days ago.

Even just thinking about President Oaks made Elder Holland horny. It was involuntary. He didn’t want to, but he would instantly shoot a boner in his suit pants and start leaking precum.

President Oaks had bent the young missionary over his desk and pounded him as punishment for fucking the President’s boy. But afterwards there were no emergency transfers, and the two boys remained mission companions.

During the ceremony that the men referred to as his “Endowment of the True Order,” President Oaks was there to watch and guide the boy.

President Oaks made Holland kneel in front of a long white curtain through which a stranger’s thick, veiny cock appeared. Slowly, President Oaks encouraged the boy to stroke it, run his tongue along the shaft, and finally open his mouth wide and allow the stranger to fuck his throat. It wasn’t long before the patron’s face was painted with the veil worker’s hot load.

Much as he didn’t want to admit it, Elder Holland felt special. It didn’t feel like he was being disciplined for his transgressions. He was being taught the true nature of priesthood power and authority.

He was learning how much he loved giving powerful men the pleasure they wanted from using his body.

But he was also nervous. A part of him was still unsure that he wanted to do anything that the leadership told him to do. But maybe if he played along with their desires, there’d be something in it for him.

Today, Elder Holland stands in front of President Oaks, wearing a “temple shield,” which is nothing more than a small bit of fabric hanging in front of and behind the boy. The shield is totally open on the sides exposing the boy’s completely nude body on either side.

He shifts from foot to foot and avoids the man’s eyes. President Oaks smooth, warm hands anoint Holland with sacred oil. They run across the boy’s face, neck, and shoulders. They linger on the curve of Holland’s ass and his hardening nipples.

“I anoint your loins,” President Oaks whispers, his fingers closing over Holland’s cock. Much as he tries to resist, Holland’s member lengthens instantly under the man’s experienced hand. Oaks knows just how to tease the boy’s head to milk out a few drops of precum.

The President lifts the veil from Holland’s body and the boy shivers against the cold. But his cock stays rock hard as Oaks sinks to his knees before the boy. As Holland feels the warm, wet press of the President’s lips he lets out a moan. He can’t believe this intimidating man who spanked him and fucked his ass is now sucking his cock.

He likes seeing Oaks servicing him. He tangles his fingers in the man’s hair and guides his mouth, just as President Oaks had guided him before the veil.

Soon enough, The President stands up and commands the boy to get on all fours. As he pulls the boy’s cheeks open, Holland remembers that Oaks is really the one in control. A bead of sacred oil runs down the crack of Holland’s ass, followed by the President’s thumb. After a little teasing Oaks commands the intiate to roll over and sit up.

“I’m going to suck the seed right out of you, boy.” He says with a smile before taking Holland’s throbbing dick in his mouth.

Holland throws his head back and surrenders to the moment. His balls ache for release and he knows it will only be a matter of time before his fills the President’s mouth with cum. And then it will be Oaks turn to take what he desires.

Coated in sweat and oil, Elder Ence lays on the table staring up at President Nelson’s large, chiseled frame. The imposing man’s throbbing ten inches lies just out of reach of his tongue and the boy arches his neck to get a lick.

The brethren summoned Ence here early this morning for his Second Anointing. When he received the note in his missionary apartment, instructing him to return to The Temple, his heart began to beat faster. He loved fucking other boys. But the knowledge that he would once again be handled and controlled by the powerful older men of The Order excited him in ways hard to describe.

Ence always loved sex, but, before he began his mission, he’d thought he only liked fucking girls. He has come to realize, however, that there are so many things only two guys can do to each other, so many things about the way muscular bodies and hard cocks feel against and inside Ence that can’t be matched.

He doesn’t feel guilty about how much men turn him on, but, he is starting to appreciate the rules and regulations that the priesthood applies to this pleasure.

When Ence arrived at the Temple and saw that it would be President Nelson doing the anointing his member instantly stiffened. Nelson is, in many ways, the pinnacle of manhood. His steely demeanor and bulging muscles intimidated Ence when he first met him during his initiation. But now, trying to prove himself to Nelson is his singular focus.

After having his naked body rubbed down, Ence was made to lie on a table. President Nelson took both of their shafts in his hand and stroked their dicks simultaneously until the head of Ence’s cock was weeping precum.

Then Nelson slid across Ence’s oiled chest and pushed his dick deep into the boy’s mouth.

Ence is driven to the edge of desire. He covers the President’s cock in his spit, hoping he’ll understand how much he needs to be filled by him. He loves watching the way Nelson’s mouth hangs open as he watches the boy choke on his cock.

“Are you ready?”

Ence nods hungrily.

Nelson pulls his huge dick out of the boy’s mouth and moves down the boy’s body slowly. He parts Ence’s legs and begins to tease his opening with the head of his fat dick. Ence breathes out, preparing himself for the full girth of the man. Nelson doesn’t disappoint.

He thrusts forward pushing his dick in and slowly opening the boy up. Nelson continues, pushing in inch by inch until all ten inches are buried to the hilt.

Once groans as Nelson lowers his full weight on top of the boy. He pushes Ence’s legs up over his head so that his knees are practically touching his ears.

“Nice and deep,” Nelson growls as he tries to grind into the boy even further.

Then Nelson begins to saw in and out of the boy’s tight young hole.

Ence closes his eyes and feels the rhythmic pounding of Nelson’s cock inside his ass.

“You’re stretching me so wide,” He moans.

“I know you can take it,” Nelson says, speeding up his thrusts.

Ence loves the sensation as the pounding picks up speed. He reaches up his hands and grabs hold of his feet so that his legs are even farther back. As Nelson’s pistoning dick continues to hit his prostate he knows it won’t be long until they are both covered in each other’s cum.

Elder Dobrovnik has always been obedient. As a little, his stern, Russian parents didn’t even bother hiding forbidden sweets from him because they knew if they told Dobrovnik he must not eat them, he would do just as he was told.

The tall, strapping boy’s ability to follow rules has served him well. He joined the church two years ago and has only been a missionary for a year, but he has already been called to be one of the mission president’s Assistants to the President.

The boy derives a lot of joy from this position. He feels important when checking in with the Zone Leaders. He loves the daily meeting the two APs have with the mission president.

For Elder Dobrovnik, this service is the most important thing he has ever done.

Just a few weeks into his calling as AP, the mission president pulled the boy aside.

“You’re an outstanding missionary,” president said, resting his hand firmly on Dobrovnik’s muscular shoulders. “There is a man I would like you to meet. He is one of our area authorities.”

He continued, “I have received a recommendation that you should receive a special calling, but before I tell you more you must agree to never disclose the secrets of the temple.”

“Bow your head and say yes.”

The words sent a lightning bolt through the boy. At least, that’s what it felt like. A powerful electric surge from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He felt a simultaneous rush of excitement. His body was physically responding to some unseen make that he had learned to call “promptings.”

Dobrovnik bowed his head and said, “yes.”

Before his mission, Elder Dobrovnik went through the temple. At the time, the experience shocked and surprised him. There was so much that he did not anticipate.

But now, it seemed his president was suggesting the possibility of other secret ceremonies and ordinances in the church beyond what he knew about.

It was indeed exciting, but he was also nervous.

“There are secrets in the temple that we do not make public. You have been invited to the temple when it is otherwise closed to the public. Before you go there are two things you should know.”

Handing the boy a packet the president continued, “Take a moment tonight to read about the Second Anointing.”

“Second, do not go to the temple tomorrow unless you are prepared to be totally and completely obedient. No matter what is asked of you.”

The boy read and reread that packet several times before he went to bed. And then before dawn he was out of bed doing his morning routine of pushups and situps until his chiseled abs and arms were aching.

But his mind was crystal clear. No matter what was asked of him, he would quickly and immediately obey.

When he arrives at the Temple, ten minutes early, a handsome, salt and pepper haired man greets him. He introduces himself as the secretary to President Oaks. He leads the boy into his office.

“Tell me, Elder,” the man says as he begins to leaf through the boy’s membership record in front of him. “Do you think I’m powerful?”

Confused, Dobrovnik looks down. “Yes sir,”

“If I told you where true power and authority comes from, would you be interested in attaining such power?”

Unsure how to answer this question, Dobrovnik takes a moment. He wants to give the correct answer and perhaps this question is a test, to expose his greed and sinfulness.

“I,” his mouth has gone dry. “Yes sir.”

The man smiles at him. “Today you will learn about the higher priesthood, I need to know that you can, above all, keep this confidential. And when the time comes, whatever the men you meet here at the temple say or do, you willingly submit without question or complaint.”

Dobrovnik nods.

Satisfied with the boy’s answers, Dobrovnik is escorted into the office of the president and instructed to have a seat.

“President, when you are ready Elder Dobrovnik is here and wishes to learn about the True Order.”

President Oaks motions for the boy to sit.

“I’ll be with you in a moment”

Nervously Elder Dobrovnik waits until finally the president closes the book and puts it in his desk.

“Elder Dobrovnik, stand up”

The boy does as he is told.

“I want you to undress.”

This is not the first time he is being instructed to disrobe in the temple. Before his mission all the boys were instructed to disrobe before their initiatories. But this felt different.

As he obediently unzips and unbuttons, Dobrovnik begins to shake. What does President Oaks want him to do?

Oaks motions for him to approach his desk. He stands next to the boy, who is now wearing just his sacred underwear.

Dobrovnik feels the President’s hands run across and his chest and down to his stomach. And then, to his surprise, he feels the President’s warm hand take hold of his cock.

His member instantly swells to its full size.

Dobrovnik has heard of boys fooling around with each other, but his conservative upbringing frowned on that. In fact, as far as he knew it was against the rules.

And it wasn’t something he was interested in, besides. But he has to admit, knowing that this is part of the initiation, knowing that his cock is in this man’s hand…it makes Dobrovnik’s erection swell and his balls ache.

If this is what is required of him, he will submit. And the moment he makes this decision, a lightswitch is flipped in his brain.

Suddenly he realizes, he likes that he has no choice.

The President commands the boy to get on all fours on his desk. Elder Dobrovnik is nervous. He does as he’s told.

President Oaks runs his hands down the length of the boy’s arms and back. When he begins to fondle Dobrovnik’s cock and pull apart his firm cheeks, Dobrovnik can’t help but feel desire.

Oaks tells the boy to slide off the desk and kneel. And after he inspects the boy’s mouth he tells him to, “bend over,” the desk.

He takes in a breath and remains frozen in place as he hears the buckle of the president’s pants click open.

He feels, the head of Oak’s cock, pressing against his hole. He tightens in surprise.

“Stay right where you are,” Oaks says with authority.

Instinctively, Elder Dobrovnik breathes out at the moment President Oaks pushes his massive member into the boy’s untouched hole. Inch by inch it slides in until Dobrovnik can feel Oaks’ heavy balls pressing against his taint.

Elder Holland is still in a daze from having the cum milked so skillfully out of his dick by President Nelson. The young boy had not seen the intimidating figure since he was roughly disciplined by the man for fucking his mission companion, Elder Oaks.

After being caught, Elder Holland was expecting to be spanked or worse. But when he met President Nelson at the temple, the man greeted him without reproach.

President Nelson’s eyes roamed appreciatively over the boy’s lean body.

“You will certainly have to atone for what you have done. But first your body will be consecrated.”

The President wrapped his massive hands around the boy’s biceps, cupped his chest. President Nelson even challenged him to an arm wrestling match which Holland almost won.

Nelson smiled at Holland and gently helped him onto the table. It was time to begin his second anointing.

When Nelson began to stroke Holland’s cock, it was already dripping precum. Holland moaned and writhed as the liquid coated the man’s hand.

“You want to shoot, boy?” Nelson asked gruffly, a light smile, playing across his face. Holland could only utter a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum shot out of member and onto his stomach.

Holland could only attribute Nelson’s favorable attention to all that he had learned on his journey into The Order. It humbled Holland to think that he might have impressed this powerful man.

Holland began his mission believing there was no way he could be attracted to boys. Even when he drove his cock into the tender hole of Elder Oaks, night after night, he knew it was just because there were no girls to pump his load in.

But, spending so much time with the Brethren - held down by their powerful hands, his cheeks pulled apart, his hole filled with their massive cocks - it has changed the boy.

He desires these men and their attentions and the power they hold.

But now, the boy has a much more important test before him. He knows how serious it is when he arrives at the temple and two handsome workers blindfold him and bind his hands immediately upon entry.

“What are you doing?” Holland’s voice trembles, but his dick is already swelling in his suit pants.

“Atonement is about faith and submission,” the worker says, leading the disoriented boy by the shoulders. “So, have faith and do as you’re told.”

When the blindfold is finally pulled off, Holland finds himself in a dark room. As his eyes adjust to the light, he sees an imposing, red velvet chair from which President Oaks (Elder Oaks’ man) carefully watches him.

Holland’s pulse quickens when he sees that President Nelson is also there. He’s never been in a room with the two men at the same time.

“What is one of your flaws?” Oaks asks.

“Honesty.” Holland stutters.

Nelson and Oaks both smirk. “Why don’t you tell me one of your real flaws?”

“Pride.”

President Oaks grills the young boy about his sexual history. When he asks him what he fantasizes about, Elder Holland blushes and looks down at the ground. “I dream about older men. I dream about you.”

President Oaks leans forward in his chair and his lips stretch into a wide grin.

He asks the boy about masturbation. Holland doesn’t know what to say. He has of course masturbated. He has fucked President Oaks’ boy, and in turn he was fucked by President Oaks.

The questions make him to think about all that has transpired in these temple walls. He thinks it might be wrong.

Elder Holland is confused but he doesn’t want to lie…and he doesn’t know what answer these men are looking for.

“I don’t touch myself any more,” he whispers.

“There is,” Oaks says, calmly, “a very stiff punishment for liars.”

He motions towards a long black shape in the center of the room. Nelson pulls the cloth off the shape, revealing a bench with dildos, each larger than the next forming a line that leads directly to Oaks’s powerful body.

“This is the priesthood stretcher.” Oaks smiles. “Have a look at it.”

As Holland stares, open mouthed at the stretcher, Nelson begins to unbuckle his pants. Holland is shocked, but filled with desire. His cock is aching to be freed from the sacred underwear.

“Something tells me you are enjoying this, Elder.” Oaks laughs. “Now, approach the bench and show me how much you can take

Elder Holland’s hole tightens against the priesthood stretching tool as President Nelson’s hand pumps his shaft. Holland’s ass has swallowed each of the graduated black dildos that protrude from the priesthood stretcher.

As he worked his way down the line, taking thicker and thicker tools inside him, he felt a pulse of satisfaction knowing that he was proving to President Oaks that he was a capable of total submission.

But the girth of the third to last dildo brought the boy to his limit.

“I don’t know if I can handle any more,” Holland moaned.

President Oaks sat at the end of the priesthood stretcher, smiling.

“If you are to atone, you must do as I say. Put your legs up on the bench and go up and down on that tool.”

The boy panted and shook as he spread and lifted his legs, allowing the dildo to go even deeper, As it hit his prostate, he pushed up and down, and focused on the rising swell of President Oak’s suit pants.

That this display was turning Oaks on made Holland’s dick swell.

Before his mission, Holland had been girl crazy. Even when he was paired with President Oak’s boy and the two began fooling around, he always this was a passing thing, and he go right back to girls once he got home.

But the Brethren’s attentions, specifically those of the handsome, salt and pepper daddy, President Oaks have changed his mind.

President Oaks was the first man to ever penetrate Holland’s virgin quim during his calling and once the man’s plump cockhead slid inside him, Holland felt a burning desire spread through his entire body.

He tried for weeks to resist his own urges, but every time he saw Oaks, the boy had to adjust his crotch as his cock started lengthen and leak precum.

The sexy and chiseled, President Nelson triggered something different but equally erotic inside the boy’s head. President Nelson brought the boy to a screaming orgasm during his second anointing. But it wasn’t until when he spanked the boy’s ass raw that Holland realized that he craved such disciplining.

Far from being a deterrent, the thought of more punishment inspired Elder Holland to fool around with Elder Oaks as much as possible.

So Holland was pleased when, after being blindfolded and dragged through the cold and winding temple halls, he was brought into a dark room where President Oaks and Nelson stood. He had the attentions of both men separately, but never together.

Elder Holland was told that he must atone for his past. The boy was confused, not knowing if this included all the things he had done with the men and boys of The Order.

But he happily submitted to the punishment.

Now that Holland has reached his limit on the priesthood stretcher, President Oaks tells the boy to stand up.

“It’s my turn,” he whispers.

Oaks commands the boy to help him undress. Elder Holland’s mouth waters as he hears the metallic click of Oak’s belt unfastening.

Holland drops, immediately, to his knees and begins to tongue President Oak’s shaft through the thin material of his sacred underwear.

“Seems like an eager boy,” Oaks laughs.

“I’d like to see you fuck him,” Nelson growls.

“Oh,” Oaks says, holding the boy’s head firm against his crotch. “I will.”

Elder Esplin and Elder Oaks and on his lips as he sat quietly in the ward mission leader’s home. His companion was off to meet with President Oaks and and he was left obsessing over the events of the previous night.

Yesterday, Elder Esplin had been ready to pack his bags and abandon his mission before Elder Dobrovnik revealed to him the truth of the higher priesthood—that sex was not just important but that it was powerful to the Priesthood. And that in doing so with each other, not only would they be coming closer together as companions, but they’d be preparing themselves for a secret brotherhood.

Elder Esplin hadn’t thought about having sex with men before, but in a way it made a strange kind of sense to him. Even though he liked girls, he knew boys are the ones who always want sex.

Having spent countless nights looking for answers, Elder Dobrovnik gave him the first signs that maybe his mission and his presence weren’t a waste of time after all.

He’d never kissed a boy, let alone fucked a boy, but he couldn’t help but get lost in the warm, tight ass of his tall companion. Elder Dobrovnik’s strong legs had wrapped tightly around him as he experienced the new, amazing sensation of his cock inside another man. He’d done everything he could to keep the sensation going before he could no longer hold in the pressure of his load aching to be released.

As the two recovered from their orgasms, lying side by side and touching each other’s bodies, they’d shared their past experiences with each other—intimate details of their exploits before their missions. Feeling very close with his companion, Elder Esplin had even revealed to Dobrovnik certain fantasies he’d had. He’d shared that he loves having his ass rimmed, having it only done once. Seeing Dobrovnik respond positively to this, he also revealed a bigger secret. He’d heard of people having sex while being tied up and blindfolded, not able to move or see. He‘d explained that he didn’t know why but that it was something he’d always wanted to experience. Dobrovnik smiled and knew that he had to tell President Oaks.

A few days after Elder Esplin’s passionate night, he got summoned to the Temple. He was nervous, but his companion assured him that everything would be fine if he were completely obedient. He was also excited about the knowledge that Elder Dobrovnik had shared with him.

He was lead in by two temple ordinance officiants and told to undress down to his sacred garments. He did as he was told, feeling his heart begin to race. The beat intensified as he was instructed to remain still while his hands were tied behind his back and his eyes were covered with a blindfold. He began to sweat as he was slowly walked into another room, disoriented by his inability to see where he was. He was placed into a kneeling position and told to wait patiently.

Elder Esplin knelt there for a good while, unable to move or see. He knew this was some sort of test and he wanted desperately to pass. Just then, he heard the footsteps of someone entering the room. He couldn’t make anything out about this individual, only that he seemed to move slowly and deliberately around him, carefully inspecting and caressing his tied up and vulnerable body. Strong, firm hands moved under the boy’s undergarments, which could now barely contain his growing erection.

As his breath was becoming deeper and faster, he was gently bent over, resting his head down on the ottoman with his ass high in the air. His undergarments were pulled down, revealing his soft, smooth behind. Then, out of nowhere, he felt his body tense up as the stranger’s hand slapped fast and hard into his bare, exposed buttocks. Repeatedly again, his muscles tensed and his heart raced as his ass was assaulted by the firm palms of this nameless and faceless figure.

Soon, he felt the warm, soothing trickle of oil creep down the crevasse of his backside, relaxing his ass and his body. He squirmed a little as this excited him from the inside out. He stopped as he felt the stranger’s fingertip firmly placed at the threshold of his pink, boy-hole. With each breath, he could feel the micro-movements of his body begin to relax on the end of his finger.

“Take my finger in,” the man said, his voice powerful and strong, yet familiar. As Elder Esplin realized that it was President Oaks speaking, his knees give slightly and he body fell back onto the leader’s finger, slowly wrapping around up to the first knuckle. He let out a breath and his heart beat heavily against the walls of his chest, feeling incredible excitement by being exposed and taken in this way. His ass took more of the finger inside, clenching around it and shifting back and forth.

To his dismay, the finger retracted and seemed to slip from his senses. Was that it? Was it over? Just then, he heard the unbuckling of the Oak’s belt and the clinking sound of the buckle as it hit the floor. He breathed deeply as he realized that was just the beginning…